Chaotic Clematis- K A Wombolt

I’m not a stalker. I’m a man with a purpose.

Keeping an eye on my beautiful monster is a strategic necessity.

At least that’s what I told myself as I became a silent witness to the way she stripped men of their dignity with the hunger of a demon. For weeks, I listened to the music of her work until the sound became a symphony I couldn't live without.

I should have stayed in the dark. Instead, I crossed the line.

Now, the hunter has become the prey. Bound in her sanctuary, I’m learning that my Little Demon doesn’t just break bodies; she carves her name into your soul. Every sting of her blade is a new lesson in a language I never knew I wanted to speak…and I’m ready to become fluent.

She thinks she’s punishing me. She doesn’t realize that for a man like me, this isn't hell.

It’s home.